The Ark

Copyright © 2020 by VeryWellAged

What was and what will be...5

Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.

What was and what will be...6

She is dressed to kill. She doesn’t look like a proper school teacher tonight. She’s not drinking like one either.

Most of the females here are drinking coke. A few have beers. Debbie is drinking brandy, a goodly amount of it. Is she trying to find fool’s courage?

I find Reyna at my elbow as I watch Debbie putting the spirit away. You have any of me running down your thigh, my love?

Maybe a little dry there now, but I still wet inside I think. Why?

Evil thoughts, sweetie, just evil thoughts.

Tell me!

You already know.

We do it?

Do you want to?

Why not? Maybe we teach the teacher a lesson.

Well, we had better do it before she gets any more liquored up than she is now. You sure?

Oo.

OK, come with me.

The party has been going on for the better part of ninety minutes. Much food has been eaten, though that will go on in a desultory manner for a few hours yet as others wander in. Karaoke and card games are in process. Groups engaged in discussions are clustered here and there.

Reyna and I come up on either side of Debbie. Put the drink down and come with us.

I think she does primarily because she is too surprised to even formulate a reason to disagree. I put my right hand on her left arm. Reyna’s left hand grasps Debbie’s hand, as we walk the gal to my bedroom. My fantasy is about to get a workout at Debbie’s expense.

Once in the bedroom, I turn Debbie around to face me and bring her in for a kiss. She is willing. Sure the liquor has eased her up, but it’s clear that she wants this.

Once the kiss breaks, I turn to Reyna and kiss her as I unbutton her blouse. She lets it fall to the floor as the kiss continues.

That kiss breaks and I turn back to Debbie, and another kiss, but this time I pull the zipper on the back of her dress down, down to the crack of her ass. The dress hasn’t fallen on its own or by Debbie’s assistance. Seeing that, Reyna places a hand on each of Debbie’s shoulders and gently pulls the top away from her teacher’s shoulders. The dress drops away.

Reyna isn’t done. She unhooks Debbie’s bra and causes it to drop. I reach up and take a breast in a hand while Reyna lowers Debbie’s panties to the floor.

I curl a finger into Debbie’s cunt. My lips remain attached to her as Reyna strips down and gets up on the bed, her legs spread wide.

Debbie is lost, confused and a little drunk. I move her over to the bed but not fully on it. No, just enough to bend her over, her nose close to Reyna’s cunt and her ass sticking out toward me from behind.

I slide my cock deep into an apparently willing cunt before telling Debbie, Suck my fresh cum from your student’s cunt or I’ll send you home right now. And I slam my cock hard into the gal’s cunt.

Debbie grunts. Reyna positions herself before grabbing her teacher’s head and guiding it to where it needs to be. Reyna’s face now displays both pleasure and surprise. She never dreamt of having her teacher eat her out and now what seems inconceivable has become very truly the reality.

Eat her good, Debbie. Make my little love cum with your tongue.

I hear only a grunt from her. Reaching around as I fuck her, my fingers find her clit. This sets her off like a rocket. You only get me again, if you get all my girls off. Understand, Debbie?

I hear a muffled. Oo.

Reyna gasps.

I stay inserted but stop pumping. I continue to finger the gals cunt as Debbie gives Reyna a good time. My little one is getting off. Debbie’s cheeks are sopping wet. I take that as a good time give the gal a few solid pumps and to say, That’s my cum on your cheeks Debbie. Drink it up. Put me and Reyna inside you.

Reyna gasps again before, Oh God, Ira. Teacher… she… Ok na.

I take that as a clue to start fucking the girl hard once again, spearing her repeatedly as I tell her, You want me to fuck you again? Do you? If you come back you will eat Eva’s cunt. You will eat Ri’s cunt. You had better get used to eating cunt if you want me inside you ever again. Do you understand? Do you? Do you? You will see Eva and Reyna in school every day. Two girls you will have had sex with. Do you understand?

Oo. OK. Yes! Oh God, oo.

It might have been nice if I was able to dump cum in her at that very moment, but I had cum in Reyna just three hours earlier and I wasn’t quite ready. I kept on pounding away.

Reyna slides away from Debbie’s face and sidles up to my side, snaking her face in front of mine for a soul announcing kiss. Our tongues tango. Cum erupts down below, entering Reyna’s teacher.

What did you do with Reyna’s teacher?

Cincer is beyond confused. She knows I was angry with the gal and that I’m not adding anyone to the house.

Ask Reyna.

I get a surprised look from her. Confusion and surprise. I smile and give her a kiss. You look so damned cute when you are completely confused.

As I don’t have a logical reason for being an asshole, I leave it there.

Saturday morning starts out as a peaceful day to follow the craziness of the night before. There’s the issue of Jessa and Eva. I haven’t bedded them and I would just as soon not, but after bedding Debbie last night, to not take them… well the message they might attach to that would probably not play well. I figure that it’ll probably be best to ‘welcome’ them officially and if I never bed them again, well… so be it.

Jessa is sweeping the terrace as I find her, her long black hair tied up in an impromptu topknot, wearing a raggedy tee-shirt, ill-fitting knee-length shorts and a pair of worn-out flip-flops. The gal is good looking, but right now she sure as hell isn’t advertising it.

Clothing like this is worn by many most of the time. It’s used, bought cheaply and covers the body. Even though she does have a few nicer things, she wouldn’t wear it while cleaning. It, however, triggers in me the remembrance that these new gals will need monthly allowances, much as I’ve already set up for my other gals.

I don’t need to tell them what to wear, but I do need to make sure they can afford to purchase nice looking things.

Jessa, when you are finished sweeping, I’d like to spend some time with you.

That gets me a frozen stare and a slow, oh so deliberate acknowledgement, as the import of what I’ve just said sinks in. Finally, as if time has stood still for … how long…? she says, Sige na¹, thank you, Sir. In a little bit.

And so it is. She wants what is to come, but work comes first, and right now that is sweeping the terrace.

Jessa is an earnest, cautious and determined gal. That’s not to say that she can’t smile. She can and, when she does, her face is alive with joy. When at work, other than humming a tune, which she does on occasion as the work progresses, she doesn’t evidence anything but pure concentration on that which is before her.

Not as smart as a Cincer or Ann, not as emotional as Bim or Lorie, Jessa is steadfast. Reyna tells me her sister brooked no disobedience from her and was pretty hard on Alvin when he was too drunk to make it to work the day after a night of drinking. The act of throwing Alvin out over the drugs is no aberration. Jessa has rules and they are not to be broken. So how does putting her sister in my bed coincide with that? It’s not a rule that required breaking in Jessa’s head. Nor is it a problem for her to enter my bed.

These things do not upset the balance in the need for survival and safety. Failure to go to work and the taking of illegal drugs does. The values and standards of perception here are simply so different from those in the States that a comparison is impossible. On either side of the Pacific, the other would make no sense whatsoever. I get that, deeply, and I’m still a neophyte, learning as I go.

Less than an hour later, Jessa seeks me out. She has washed, changed clothing and is, OK na, Po.

The clothing is simply a shift. Her hair has been combed and is down now. The flip-flops are gone. Jessa is barefoot. There’s the hint, maybe, of light pink lipstick, but surely not much has been applied. A hint of a smile attaches to the lips of pale pink.

I stand, put my hand out toward her and Jessa grabs it. Now it’s time to seek the privacy of my bedroom. As we walk through the house, Nelia and Lorie look on… approvingly? Yes, I think that’s what I see. A task needing to be completed, no?

Jessa’s thick, black hair is no different from her sister’s, as is her shape. It’s not the body shape or hair.

It’s the face and her demeanor, the somber and cautious manner in which she approaches life that sets her off from Reyna. She is Reyna’s Ate. The weight of that responsibility has been on her shoulders for years. In the absence of parents, that weight has been great. It has molded her personality and, maybe a little, her face? Even now that the weight has essentially been transferred to me, the effects of a life of singular responsibility, at such a very young age, have molded this gal’s personality.

None of that is a problem for me, but it does mean that Jessa has a harder time allowing joy to be savored for long, before she needs to do a gut check. It’s the very essence of who Jessa is.

I don’t try to joke or be lighthearted with her. My sense is that it won’t work. Rather, as we enter the bedroom, I close and lock the door while holding on to Jessa. Now, with the second hand free, I reach out and bring her to me fully. A hand reaching behind her head and pulling her in for a kiss, a first kiss as my gal. Before, at the airport, it was a trial balloon, a hope. This is different.

As kisses go, this one is meaningful. It lasts before finally breaking. Jessa’s lips have met mine, not as a greeting at the airport, but as a prelude to her new life. Her tongue and mine have exchanged greetings. Our lungs have exchanged breath. She pulls her head back from me, looks directly into my eyes. I see a tear forming before she pulls my head to hers and kisses me with a fervency that matches the earnest demeanor of her soul.

Jessa, in her own way, is announcing that she is committing. How can a kiss convey so much with not a word passed to accompany it? I truly don’t understand it, but I know it, fully. I know it. Jessa has sealed herself to me… with that kiss.

I reach down to the hem of the shift and pull it up, up and over Jessa’s head. There’s no bra. There are no panties. Jessa is naked. And, Jessa is still looking right at me, at my eyes as I look at her eyes.

She reaches up to my shirt and starts to unbutton it. One of my hands finds the back of her head and the fingers bury into her thick hair, pulling her into me a little closer as she proceeds with her task.

Rather than move to take my shirt off, she shifts her attention to my shorts, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper before squatting down. My hand on her head gives way as she pulls my shorts and briefs down to my Florsheim moccasins.

Jessa deftly removes the shoes, briefs and shorts in two swift motions. Standing up once again, she removes my shirt. Jessa and I stand inches from each other, before the distance disappears and we are skin to skin, kissing once again.

I’m not sure how long the kissing has lasted. I’m not counting the time, but it has felt damned good. When I decide to move up onto the bed, there’s not a moment’s resistance from my partner. She is ready.

She is very ready, until I make a move to go down on her, and then there’s a hitch. She wants no part of that. She wants me inside her now, right now. No side trips, Dili², Po.

She has a firm grasp on my package and she wants me inside her. Nothing else is to be entertained, at least not now. And now is not a time to argue. I plunge into a path that at least one other has trod before.

Granted, I don’t know Jessa as well as her previous partner did, but for the life of me, it seems like he lost a great gal when he chose drugs over her.

Jessa is welcoming my entry into her in every way she can. From the heat of her cunt, to the lubrication flowing from it, to the tight grip on my arms, to her lips seeking mine, to her legs seeking to lock me in to my place. Jessa wants me exactly where I am.

The pace of the lovemaking is slow, measured. It’s to be appreciated, savored and celebrated. I move in and back, feeling every inch of the movement of cock in cunt.

And now, Jessa smiles. It’s a good smile. And then I hear something that surprises me.

Ah! Feel good. I never feel this before!

What?

Your cock, Po. I never feel the cock before.

How can that be?

Condom! I always make him wear a condom. I not want a child before. I careful. It feel good without condom. Better!

Ignoring the fact that she is calling me Po as I’m fucking her, the fact that she is willing to get pregnant now, for the first time in her life, I guess … I guess I’m thinking so many different things all at once it’s hard to pull them apart to explain.

She wants safety and stability before bringing a new life into this world. That connects with her sense of obligation. The reality that she sees being with me as having achieved safety and stability is fascinating.

Clearly, she has no intention of moving on. It isn’t that she finds me handsome, or hers and only hers. No, that’s not what this is about. She simply has decided that she is mine and has no intention of screwing it up.

Should I be looking for a condom now? Should I not ask myself if I want children? For Christ’s sake, will they all become pregnant? Am I even thinking about these things in a rational way?

I’m not. Instead, I start driving her ass into the mattress as I pound my cock into her cunt as hard as I can. The excitement builds in me.

Is she worried by the violence and power of the intensity of our lovemaking? It appears that she is welcoming it and urging me on towards… completion.

Ah, completion. Cum dribbles out of her hot and well fucked cunt.

I roll off her. Jessa rolls on to me, and proceeds to kiss my face: chin, cheeks, eyes, forehead and nose, before just putting her head on my shoulder and settling in for a rest.

We lie on the bed with each other, for a long time. Positions shift every so often. She is no longer on me at some point. Her hands stroke my chest. Her lips gently nip a shoulder, an ear lobe. She musses up my hair and chuckles. We kiss again. Nice, sweet and gentle kisses, languidly savored and bookended by smiles and sighs.

It’s not a bad way to begin the day long before lunch might be enjoyed.

And it occurs to me that this won’t be a one-off. We will be back in each other’s arms many times.

As afternoon gives way to evening, I’m sitting on that same terrace Jessa swept this morning. Long before lunch is served, all who were in the house know I’ve consummated things with Jessa, though the gal herself is not commenting on the assignation. All seem happy with maybe one exception, Eva. She who is yet to join with me.

In these last forty-eight hours, Eva has hung back with Reyna or Ann, and avoided me as if not wanting to intrude, or being not too ‘in my face.’ That has changed now. I’m not sure if the others are pushing her forward, or if she has chosen this path on her own. But regardless, all afternoon, and even now, she is never more than an arm’s reach away.

I put my book down, look at the kid and ask, Waiting for your turn?

When that?

When do you want it to be?

Now?

I’m not a young man. You know I was with Jessa earlier today. I may not be as good as I can be, if we do anything now. You sure you don’t want to wait until tomorrow, or at least until a little after supper?

It OK na, Sir. Ri will give you supper after we done.

I’m not exactly horny right now, but I guess now’s the time, regardless. But as we walk off the terrace and on to the bedroom, Jessa’s words are ringing in my ears.

Eva, are you sure you want to get pregnant, or should I purchase a condom first? And then I’m thinking back on last night and being bareback in Debbie… Just what was I thinking?

No need, Sir.

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